Elucidating Questions

I wonder I wonder what if it happens again

Each year progressively worse

Remember when I thought

I thought everything was going to get better and then

He got arrested

He died

His leg got hurt

He got sad and then sadder

I lost my way

I still haven’t found it

He hurt his ankle

Her house

He could have used me

But I wasn’t there

Because I’m too small

The good thing happened

It’s over and done

This year two thousand and eleventy eighth

I would like to be farther away

There is no one present

There is no one here

My one week came to an end

In this awful year

Unstuck from the feeling

Of feeling

Of being alive

Television isn’t alive.

I wish I was back in the city.

There is no new west.

There is no real west.

There is none.